Sunday, January 26, 2014

You know how they say in the old movies, "Get your affairs in order, you have 3 to 6 months to live?"

Well they phrase the first part differently, the last part is the same. I have been given 3 to 6 months to live by the doctors. Well I don't think the doctors know everything, and I'm trying this funny-looking headgear that makes me look like an Irish Rabbi. Things look bad.

I have granted powers of attorney, made out my will, blah blah blah.I'm just gonna let them foreclose the house I love. I quit my job because I can't type, and a programmer who can't type is not a programmer. [I'm dictating this to my daughter, who's taken such good care of me.]The love of my life hasn't slept for days taking care of me, and my family has had to bear the brunt of my care. I thank them for standing by me during this period.I hate to beg for money, but I am in dire financial strates. There's a PayPal link in the top corner. Any financial help would be a blessing.

PSI am maintaining a THANK YOU page, but forgive if I don't update frequently...